#permas

[spicyraeman]

titless lae'zel is a yes, would her ass be fat though?

nah, flat chest flat ass this woman is built like a 2x4 steel beam

[sejianismodding]

🎁🌺 [BG] BUGFIX - Update 7/23/2024 broke our bodies. Update 11/7/2024 didn't fix us. This mod fixes us!

☠️ REMINDER: Double-check the OP for updates!

⚔️ This affects EVERYONE!

☄️ Repackaged - 9/21/2024

🚀 Initial Release - 7/30/2024

🎁 Download & Discussions Post: https://www.patreon.com/posts/109088001

🗺️ Modding Announcements Post: https://www.patreon.com/posts/109291501

💜 You're welcome and thanks for the engagement!

👹 EAxis somehow managed to break 18 Deformer Maps that control the shape of all of our bodies back in July with Update 7/23/2024. Since then, we've had NINE (9) updates, TWO (2) new Kits, ONE (1) new FOMO Event, ONE (1) new Expansion Pack, and TWO (2) freshly minted "Creator Kits", BUT THEY STILL HAVEN'T FIXED OUR BODIES! I've now gone the extra mile and listed all 18 Instance identifiers for the 18 Deformer Maps in my most recent comment on the Bug Report following the release of Update 9/18/2024: https://answers.ea.com/t5/Bug-Reports/OPEN-Spine-distortion-on-male-Sims-with-female-frame/m-p/14053376/highlight/true#M293677

💜 @xandezsims said I could nick the animated thingamajig. Danke!

I'm shortening my short-form formatting with "Keep reading". 😹

🌺 "KEEP READING" TO UNDERSTAND HOW THIS AFFECTS EVERYONE AND NOT JUST MALE SIMS WITH FEMININE FRAMES.

All sims aged TEEN through ELDER are affected by this but you will only see it under certain circumstances:

The distortion will not occur when wearing frame-appropriate clothing.

Cisframe sims will see it when wearing clothing that was made for the opposite Physical Frame. As a cisframe simmer, you might still ask yourself how this affects you, to which I will say, for the last 10 years EAxis has done and continues to do a horrible job at their own Restrict Opposite PartFlags despite numerous bug reports. There are numerous clothing made for one or the other that is improperly flagged for the opposite, eg. there are MANY Lower Body pants available for Female sims that appear under Feminine Fashion that was made for Male sims and cause distortions on Female bodies. They were NOT remade for Female sims. The Male item was flagged for both Fashion Choices.

Transframe sims will see it when nude or wearing "default" underwear and also when wearing clothing that was made for the opposite Physical Frame. The above applies, but if you've got a transframe sim, you've already encountered that issue even before this "bug" was introduced. Fixing these incompetent Restrict Opposite PartFlags is the core concept behind my CAS Overrides.

Male sims with Feminine Frames will see a raised "spine" from neck to butt while Female sims with Masculine Frames will see a sunken "spine".

Female sims with Feminine Frames wearing Male clothing will see a raised "spine" from neck to butt, and Male sims with Masculine Frames wearing Female clothing will see a sunken "spine".

[gremlingirlsmell]

"i dislike the terms tme and tma" why do you dislike terms that are useful for transfems discussing their systematic opression? do you dislike the terms cis, hetero, white, too? you need to understand that tme & tma are not created to make "new binaries" or whatever, theyre for discussing our real material opression. realize how close you are to saying that transmisogyny isnt "real" or that it "affects everyone". do you also think reverse racism exists, or that homophobia or misogyny targets cis hetero men instead of benefitting them? or do you believe in intersectionality until it's about trans women and transfems, then the intersection of misogyny and transphobia basically becomes meaningless? you "dislike" when transmisogyny is brought up, just as existing?

[nhyhu]

smile

[nyckie]

Hands you this.

[radiance1]

"Daniel, get off of me." Vlad hissed, trying to get the child off his back.

"No, I'm tired, sleepy, and you're the closest thing to rest on." Danny groaned, flopping himself further onto Vlad's back.

"Daniel this is not what you're supposed to be doing at an event like this get off of me-" Vlad reached a hand behind his back, trying to slap Danny away from him to the best of his ability.

"Nooo." Danny moved away from Vlad's hand and slapped it when it got to close for comfort.

"Daniel you were to be my eyes for the night get off-"

"Ah, Vlad! Good to see you!"

"...Daniel," Vlad whispered. "When and how did your oaf of a father get here-"

Danny creaked an eye open and peeked over Vlad's shoulder, only to recoil and hiss at the brightness of the smile on Bruce Wayne's face. "It's Bruce Wayne."

Vlad hummed quietly. "Ah, of course he was invited here." Vlad brought a hand up to rub at his face, careful to not touch the bandages wrapped around his eyes and sighed. "I can never escape Jack Fenton, even when he isn't here it seems." Vlad took a small second to sink into the depths of despair, before removing his hand and sending a beaming smile towards Bruce Wayne (Or at least where his voice came from)

"Greetings Bruce! Pardon my lack of sight but it seems fate is still kind to you, it seems!"

"You know he totally saw you not wanting to meet him, right?" Danny whispered in Vlad's ear, head on the man's shoulder.

"Daniel." Vlad whispered just as quietly, smile still on his face as he listened to Bruce talk about some charity he plans to do in Gotham. "If you will not be my eyes then at the very least keep yourself quiet."

[felassan]

Matthew Mercer: "I’m part of a brand-new audio series: #/DragonAge: Vows & Vengeance, which features characters from the upcoming Dragon Age: The Veilguard – & I have the pleasure of bringing the adorable skeleton Manfred both the game & podcast. <3 The Dragon Age: Vows & Vengeance podcast launches tomorrow, 8/29: [link]" [source]

I guess we'll soon find out if Manfred talks or simply makes noises :D btw I think this is a new screenshot of Manfred? ^^ (Edit: it is :D)

[brazen-art]

ouppy

[sadmages]

Rogier's no good very bad day.

[muffinlance]

Oh so the clown ads are over? Too late Tumblr I already cancelled ad free uninstalled your app and discovered the power of ublock in mobile FireFox. AND tags are editable in the web version?

There's no going back

[spookberry]

Their dynamic swaps everytime they transform,,, the dynamic being "overprotective mean girl and her girlfailure sidekick"

(The sword pointing one is dramatic but its actually a very silly scene)

[simandy]

If you're a perma paywaller and see me in your notes rebloging your cc to my finds blog, be aware im only saving the cc's name to download it freely from another site, ok? Have a great day

[boytumms]

Hey guys! This is a little collab I did with @let-me-fill-you, they've sent me many wonderful prompts in the past and I liked one so much I asked them to expand one so I could draw something for it!

Although it is a fine summer's day, you are cold, beneath the earth. For several minutes, you have followed the abbot into the bowels of the monastery, far deeper than you believed, deeper even than the catacombs. Thankfully, it hasn't been a single spiralling staircase all the way down, or else your head might've twisted off from sheer dizziness. But there is a growing pit of unease in your stomach. Where is the abbot leading you? And why now, immediately after you took your vows? Every time you think to ask, the words catch in your throat or the abbot speaks first, "This way." You are grateful for his guidance, at least. It's a maze down here - and the architecture has taken a turn for the unfamiliar, making the darkness all the more unnerving. Could it be that the monastery was built atop an older structure? The order is old, dating back centuries. You haven't the slightest notion of what might've come before. But you have a growing suspicion you're about to find out.

Soon, you see light ahead, stronger than the lantern borne by the abbot. You see a barred door, flanked by two members of your order... but they're not dressed in the monastic habit. Instead, they are clad in fine armor, made of what appears to be... silver? It gleams in the fire-light, lustrous and covered in filigree. No, not filigree, you realize as you draw closer. Runes. Protective spells. Your eyes drift from one's cuirass to his belt, and what you see isn't a cudgel - as expected of simple monks - but a blade, slender and deadly. Your blood chills, on the verge of becoming ice. You look to the abbot in trepidation.

The abbot's expression is grave. "Now that you are one of us, bound by oath, it is time you learned the truth of our order - our shame, and our obligation." He beckons you closer to the door - a great, heavy door, barred not once but twice. You hesitate to move from your spot, but the abbot is patient (and insistent). As you step forth, you console yourself with the knowledge that a door like this is not easily opened, and you are not alone. You should be safe. Should be...

Once you're close enough, the abbot slides open a slot for you to peer through, into darkness - but you hear it before you see it, whatever it is. You hear... moaning? It's dull and low, but clearly in pain. It's enough to raise your hairs; you feel the urge to pull away before something lunges out of the darkness, but you also feel the abbot's gaze boring into your skull, locking you in place. So you continue to stare into the darkness, until your eyes adjust.

And what you see is... a boy? Pale and thin as bone, his face veiled by a head of unkempt hair. You cannot tell if he's conscious, but his lips are open, from which the moaning emanates. He is chained to a rock, jutting out of the ground like a crooked tooth, kept halfway between standing and laying. His wrists, locked tightly within manacles bolted into the stone itself, are starkly red and raw from chafing. You imagine his ankles are similarly bound, but you cannot see them because, well... his stomach is in the way. You cannot believe your eyes. This isn't a gut swollen in hunger, but a sack of flesh, bloated like a fat mosquito, hanging from his skeletal frame all the way down to the rough stone floor, obscuring the entire lower half of his body. His belly, though it feels inappropriate to call it that (it doesn't look like an extension of himself, more like he is attached to it) is huge and ugly - shaped like a droplet from some great weight inside it, and wider than his shoulders, stretched perilously thin and marred with unflattering stretch marks and spider veins. Chains crisscross the gravid expanse, again not made of iron but hallowed silver - and wherever these hold tight, there seem to be burn marks.

Your stomach curdles. What could possibly necessitate this barbaric treatment? Then, as if in direct response to your thought, you see it - something huge and powerful, squirming and shifting within the boy's belly, pushing this way and that, recoiling from the silver, protruding in between the gaps. This isn't a silent affair - you hear the boy's skin creaking as it is stretched to its utmost, you hear sloshing (of amniotic fluid?), you hear sizzling as the tortured skin makes contact with the silver, and worst of all you hear a muffled growling of something vicious and hateful, and you hear the boy's moaning increase...

But it's cut off by the rasp of metal, as the slot is shut in front of your face, startling you. Refocusing on the abbot, you blink a few times, readjusting to the lantern light on this side of the door.

The abbot's expression has not changed, but did he always look so tired? Perhaps it is you who has changed, from the person you were just a minute ago, before you saw that. You look deep into his eyes for answers, a justification of any kind.

He tells you, with solemn cadence, "You must bury whatever sympathy you have for that boy. He contains Armageddon - a monster so terrible that, had it been allowed to enter our world, would have doomed us all. It is trapped in there, but we must remain vigilant. So long as he carries that monster, it will not allow him to age. And he must not die, or else that thing will be free to find another host, another womb to bear it. It may seem cruel to keep him like this, but remember your vows. You have a duty to your brothers and sisters, and the world beyond these walls. You must close your heart to his suffering. In the days to come - not today, or tomorrow, but soon - you'll be expected to feed him, to give him water. It's a heavy burden we share between us, so the onus does not break any one of us. And when that time comes, he will speak to you. He will cry, he will beg, he will howl and scream for the slightest of accommodations, a loosening of his shackles, anything to alleviate his pain, and you will know in your heart that his pleas are genuine. You must not listen to him. The devil does not speak through him - it has nothing to say to us - but it will use our better angels against us." The abbot places a heavy hand on your shoulder. "No one is deserving of that boy's fate. But he must suffer it all the same."

After that, the abbot leads you back to the surface, back into the warm light of day. But you remain cold.

[hor-wod-flir]

I bought this guy, Engrorn, 8 months ago from @spookduke with the intention of making him a perma baby. But I was never quite sure which eyes I wanted to give him and if I will change the primary or not.

Finally he is finished tho with dark sclera eyes and the cherub he was born with 🔥

[glasscitadel]

Atlas

(And a close-up cause I like da fish)

[so-very-small]

i will say, as a g/t fan, it’s utterly humbling to have a lame run. like i was taking an outfit video and my doggy ran up so we ran around a bit and i watched the video after and oh my god? i look so fucking awkward running. like a hunched over half assed jog. like a spider and a tumbleweed had an uncoordinated baby. i’m all legs and a bent spine. i’d look like that if a giant was chasing me??? in these dramatic fearplay scenarios the giant would be all “oh i will hunt you down my little toy” and id be fucking like

ive genuinely thought about this too much its so funny to me 😭 all fearplay ruined forever because if i ever flee the giant would just stop to laugh at my gay little jog